He comes out of his office and walks all the way down to my cube, and picks up his as-yet-unopened mail. He asks me why I don't open his mail. I say, "I'm sorry, I've been working on other things all morning." He shrugs and walks away, leaving the unopened mail on my desk. I call after him, "Do you want this stuff?" He says, "Why don't you open it, and then I'll check it?"
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irate
He comes out of his office and walks all the way down to my cube, and picks up his as-yet-unopened mail. He asks me why I don't open his mail. I say, "I'm sorry, I've been working on other things all morning." He shrugs and walks away, leaving the unopened mail on my desk. I call after him, "Do you want this stuff?" He says, "Why don't you open it, and then I'll check it?"
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Farewell, LJ
So I guess I'm retiring this blog. Part of me feels like I need to make some sort of eulogy or something; part of me just wants to move on already.…
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Catching up
The first sentence of this post was "Finally, some breathing room," and then as I was in the middle of the second sentence I got handed…
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Kinda hard to imagine Thomas Pynchon (and not, say, Tom Robbins) writing this paragraph, but there it is on p. 99 of "Inherent Vice":…
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